I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

There was a lot of noise in the office. Mr. Samuel Coleman, who was supposed to be recuperating on the hospital bed, humbly served the guests in the office respectfully with tea.

Or rather, uninvited guests.

The cause of this incident was his unintentional action not long ago, because of that damn question that he had no clue about, forcing him to write a letter to Mr. Daniel, his former tutor at Freer University in Bania.

A super madman engaged in natural science research.

He never thought that this letter was like a ticking time bomb. Daniel also didn't give an answer after plucking all the hair on his head. He simply sent the letter to the League of Seven Schools, causing more people to worry about it.

So shortly after it was sent out, this question immediately caused some shocking waves in the academic world.

Is light made of particles or waves?

This seemingly simple question, but once you think about it carefully, you can see two worlds.

The theoretical basis and experimental results of many people show that the inevitable bifurcation becomes two intersections, waves or particles.

This is a war about truth, no less powerful than guns on the battlefield, and the victor will determine the future direction of the orthodox optical throne.

The flames of war in the natural sciences ranged from the Petersburg Research Institute of the Salored Empire in the east of the Northern Continent all the way to Duz University in Ryan on the west coast, from the old scholars of the Northern Research Institute to the indigenous scholars of the Southern Continent.

In history, there is no more evenly matched answer than the two answers of particle and wave.

No one could have imagined that the fuse of the first wave-particle war was actually ignited during an unintentional conversation between a student and a teacher at an ordinary college in a remote town.

Coleman has never regretted it like this before. He obviously underestimated the destructiveness of this issue, and even more underestimated this group of peer-to-peer scholars in the international academic community, who personally demonstrated what is called war by civilized people.

"Samuel, why don't you talk about this."

Freer, the nearly hundred-year-old mentor Daniel, threw this damn question at him, with a bad look in his eyes.

Seems to be complaining about why the damn letter was sent to me.

The professors from Duz University who have won the Varys Medal, the dean of the department who has just been awarded the Pulitzer Prize in Göttinghagen, the old bachelors from the Peterborough Institute who have won the Grand Slam award, and Landis Member of the Royal Society, Professor of the Occult at Miskar Stark University...

It is no exaggeration to say that if there are cultists attacking Leeds Comprehensive College, the academic level of the entire Northern Continent will be set back by at least 20 years.

The pile of awards and titles held by this group of people can kill people... Oh, yes, Mr. Daniel, his former mentor at Freer University, was once awarded the Knight Medal by His Majesty the King himself.

Any one out of them is the highest level of education.

Apart from Mr. Coleman, the thing he is most proud of in his life is being admitted to Freer University.

But the degree from the rotten street doesn't even have the right to speak in front of this group of bigwigs.

Under those eyes that are sharp enough to pierce the heart, it seems that as long as you choose one side, the supporters of the other side will tear him to pieces.

"Sorry, I have no idea." Coleman looked depressed, with tears in his eyes, "Dear gentlemen, I am just an ordinary teacher."

Yes,

He is just an ordinary college teacher, and his biggest dream now is to retire well.

What is wrong with him.

"Relax, we won't make it difficult for you, why don't you tell us what happened again." Finally someone thought about it.

"Yes, we are all reasonable and civilized people."

Seeing the curious eyes of many professors, Coleman recounted what happened, "It started with a magical meeting, and after meeting the young Professor McGovern from the University of Leeds..."

He told the whole story exactly what happened.

Not only did he tell about that bright afternoon, Tufu, as the discoverer, opened the window that symbolized the window of truth to let in the afternoon light.

Not only that, but also talked about the "ghost ship" problem raised by Tu Fu earlier, a ship between existence and disappearance, and brought up the important existence of "observer".

"The ship that exists and disappears?"

"The observer decides whether the ship lives or dies."

"Obviously, another interesting question."

The faces of several gentlemen present could not conceal their joy.

Although there are no answers to the two questions, both the train of thought and the idea are quite creative students.

"Where is that kid now?"

It was Sir Daniel who spoke first, and the other professors also raised their ears to look at Coleman.

"It should be at the admissions publicity meeting organized by the college."

As soon as his voice fell, Edmund, the dean of the department in Göttinghagen, first called the assistant's name: "Ryan, hurry over and bring people here now, and we must not let the talents of the Baia Kingdom be lost to other countries .

Then he added with a smile: "Gentlemen, I regret to tell you that since the birth of the problem of waves and particles, the optical orthodoxy has been in Baia, in Oswald, and in Leeds."

This remark immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of many professors, who refuted the rude words one after another.

"Academics know no borders, and an excellent student should not be confined to one country."

"Come on, the level of the University of Göttinghagen is only at the bottom of the seven-school alliance. In terms of academic atmosphere and historical background, it should be Duz University."

"Academic atmosphere? Are you kidding me? St. Nottingham University is synonymous with academic halls."

The anger that had just been calmed down by the professors broke out again because of the academic atmosphere and orthodoxy of which university they compared.

In addition, professors from various universities scrambled to contact the assistant waiting outside the door, trying to get the kid who raised the great proposition to question him, and by the way, win over the "orthodoxy of optics."

Only Sir Daniel, the oldest student from Freer University, calmed down first and did not join in this meaningless quarrel.

He sneaked up to the window of truth where the sun had been shining, and waved to his assistant to signal that he was ready to shoot.

I saw him secretly open the window of the teaching office.

"Crack."

Let the assistant with the camera successfully take a photo of Sir Daniel and this ordinary window at his own request.

After he decided to go back, he published the newspaper as soon as possible to obtain the right to name the window.

"Ah."

Seeing this group of stupid guys who were still arguing, Sir Daniel couldn't help but sneered.

Judging from his profound knowledge, whether light is a particle or a wave, it may be decades or hundreds of years in the future, and it will take several generations of people to guess, reason, and verify to get a definite answer.

Nothing can be gained from meaningless arguments, and their generation will probably see nothing in their lifetime.

But when people in later generations talk about the "composition of light\

,"The story of the student named Tu Fu at Leeds Comprehensive College and his teacher will definitely be mentioned.

as well as,

The window of truth known as the "Daniel window".

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